The Worst Day in My Life

It is a little difficult for me decide which is the worst day in my life because I don’t have bad day so much. Perhaps I only forget the day. However I have one day which I don’t want to remember. It is when my dog died. I can’t forget the day and sight.


My dog’s name is Baku. Baku is same age to me. Ever since I can remember Baku always stays with me. Sometimes I bait Baku, and Baku also bites me. My brother always takes care of Baku. He loves Baku and after school he is sure to take a walk with his dog. I often follow them. Baku is my family member. Time is fast, and when I noticed the ten years had passed. Baku and me were ten years ago. Unfortunately, Baku got sick. I didn’t remember the sick’s name, but day by day Baku got weaker.


One summer day, when I came back to home, I found a box near the entrance. I felt strange and open the box, at the moment I realized all. In the box Baku was lying, but he never moves. He never laps my face or bite my hand. At the moment when I think so, I couldn’t stop weeping. I could not believe the fact, and my brother did, too. I had never seen my brother cries, but the day he cried loudly. I can’t forget the sight even now.


About ten years have passed from Baku’s death. No pet is in my house. However in my room and my hometown, there are pictures of Baku. Even if Baku had died he is our family. All member of my family are sure to think so.

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